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side of life for him, and even though cooking at Eden Island mainly consisted of taking a pre-prepared meal out of the fridge, dumping it onto a plate and placing it in the grill, it was still work that potentially distracted him from his novel.
    Huh. What novel?
    Stepping into the living room, he was surprised that Chloe was nowhere to be found. The modern open kitchen with butcher block counter top at the center was empty, and so was the rest of the roomy space.
    Then he heard the telltale sound of cutlery scraping against china outside. Following both smell and sound, he emerged onto the terrace to walk in on Chloe as she was finishing her meal.
    Seated at the terrace table in her bikini, sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose, she pronged a lone potato and raised it to her mouth when she noticed him. The fork hovered in the air, her mouth open as her eyes slowly rose to meet his.
    “Smells delicious,” he grunted, feeling his mood plummet to below zero in spite of the heat.
    “It is,” she confirmed with a smile, then popped the potato into her mouth and bit down, savoring the taste. “Yummy,” she added quite unnecessarily.
    He narrowed his eyes and grumbled something under his breath. He didn’t know why he was angry. It stood to reason that they would eat alone, what with him insisting they avoid each other as much as possible. But he still felt annoyed. As she adjusted her position, he couldn’t help but stare at her wiggling boobs, pushed up by a tiny pink bikini top.
    “You know?” she offered, unperturbed, “I think we should draw up a schedule. Like families do? Bathroom times, kitchen times, that sort of thing. That way we can stay out of each other’s hair.” She pointed to her watch. “Five o’clock. Bit early for dinner but I don’t mind. I’ll wash up so you can take the six o’clock shift. What do you think? We should do the same for breakfast and lunch.”
    “I think it’s great,” he mumbled. “Just swell.”
    And without another word, he stalked off, leaving her to stare after him. She had that surprised look in her eyes he’d seen before. Actually, he’d surprised himself. He didn’t want to have dinner with her, did he? He didn’t want to see her any more than he had to, right? Of course not! Then why was he feeling so disappointed all of a sudden?
    He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. Yanking open the fridge, he picked the first container that presented itself, dumped the contents onto a plate and shoved it into the grill. Giving the timer a vicious twist, he folded his arms and leaned against the kitchen counter, his face a thundercloud.
    He hadn’t waited ten seconds before she came charging into the kitchen.
    “Hey!” she yelled, swinging her arms defiantly. “What’s with you all of a sudden? I’m trying to be all nice and cooperative, and you almost bit my nose!”
    “I didn’t bite your nose,” he returned through gritted teeth. And what a lovely nose it was. Each time she was mad, it wrinkled into the cutest little button. Which was, of course, none of his concern.
    “You did!” She swung out her hip and placed her hand on it. “Look, Josh. You’re the one who said we should stay out of each other’s way, not me. So why you should get all worked up beats me.”
    He waved a hand. “Just go away, will you. I will be alone.”
    The words had the effect of gasoline poured on a raging fire. “I won’t go away!” she squeaked, her voice almost inaudible to human ears. “First you apologize to me for—for—for—”
    “For what?” he growled.
    “For being a pompous prick!” she spat.
    He shrugged. “I’m just being me, honey. If you can’t stand it, you can always go back to wherever the hell you came from.”
    He was being a dick, and he knew it, but somehow he was madder than hell, and he wanted to take it out on her.
    Her nostrils flared, and her head was now so red he thought it might explode at any moment. He even imagined he saw smoke